North Liao

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go. 
Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass. 
Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons. 
On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes. 
A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past. 
Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Journey to the End of the Night

Baili An no longer dared to bite it randomly, thinking to himself that perhaps the ears were Afu Tu's Achilles' heel, turning red with a kiss, fainting with a bite.


He called out twice, but there was no sign of awakening; the soft little creature even unconsciously hummed twice, though it was unclear what it was responding to.


Its two short claws covered its cheeks, and its whole body curled into a tiny, fluffy ball, nestling in the palm of his hand.


Even the increasingly cold heart of Baili An, a corpse demon, couldn't help but soften at its cute appearance.


He gingerly placed the little one into his embrace to let it sleep.


When Baili An looked again at the yin energy-heavy drowned child below, his pupils turned into a deep, solitary black.


Chapter 164: The Dead Cannot Return